She doesn't know
When to smile,
When to remain interested
Or, when not to -
Cause,
She is just a shadow of time.
She walks far away
She comes to me
She is like a whiff -
Sudden and warm
Yet, she forgets
She is a shadow of mine.
I take her
To my boat
And flutter she goes
Like the kite above -
The alleys know
The time is mine.
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The alleys know The time is mine beautiful!